“So I used a pair of scissors and removed the problem.”
(“You would be honored to have this problem, ;)”)
“So I used a pair of scissors and removed the problem.”
(“You would be honored to have this problem, ;)”)
Hello, everyone! It’s been a while! I’ve been meaning to write a proper, meaty post for some time now, but I’ve been too busy doing stupid school-related things such as studying. (Proof: I’ve been posting a lot more over at Said In Your Own Words, where I’ve quickly learned that I’m annoyed with WordPress for not having superscript and subscript hotkeys. Like, what’s up with that? If Google Drive can do it…)
Still, I’ve been studying all morning, and as a small reward for keeping myself “fed” and “hydrated,” I’m writing the obligatory NaNoWriMo post.
Yes, you read correctly. In spite of the fact that I haven’t had enough time to drop a line on my blog every week or so, somehow the squad has decided that we have enough time to write a novel. I originally was planning on giving up after giving it a day or two of the good ol’ college try, but then they brought competition into it, and, well… that makes it more fun.
I’m gonna wIN DANGIT)
Junhi and Sapphire have both opted to forego the NaNoing this year, Sapphire because she’s a responsible adult with actual things to do, and Junhi because he’d rather be distracting and just sit there in the same room and watch Twitch videos of people playing Overwatch—
[ahem] Anyway, it’s four days in, and Finn, Fritz and I have managed to stick to it. How, you ask? Well, you see, we’ve got a rather elaborate setup going.
Every night, the three of us get together after a long day of studying and do what we call “word sprints.” I’m not sure if these count as proper word sprints, since I’m not sure what NaNo means when they say “word sprints,” but essentially, we set a timer for fifteen minutes, turn on our music (Fritz has taken a liking to a certain song of dubious appropriateness), and write like our lives depend on it. At the end of the sprint, everyone who clears the minimum word requirement (I think it’s 250?) gets a point, and then we’re assigned additional points based on our placing. (I think first gets two additional, and second gets one additional?) At the end of the month, whoever has the most gets taken out to dinner by the people that they beat.
(We’re sticking to it, too. There’s a chart on the wall of 500 with our standings on it, because heck yeah.)
That’s not the most important prize, however. No, we’re competing for a much more prestigious title. You see, whoever wins NaNo first earns themselves the valued title of Kamisama.
(Second place gets Kamichama, and third place gets something derogatory… I’m not sure if we’ve settled on it yet.)
Yep, this is serious bizz. I’m making a sash and everything.
It’s entirely likely that the novelty of this stupid rivalry will have worn off in a week, but until then, here’s to noveling! (Also, here’s to my determination to get those skrubs to buy me dinner and call me Kamisama until next November!)
Yeah, I know I have other things I should be doing.
Shhhhh. It’s NaNo. I do what I want.
(Okay, so the story behind the “kamisama” thing is that, from my understanding, Fritz once demonstrated to Finn that he was capable of “seductively peeling an orange.” He then insisted that this capacity made him deserving of the title “Kamisama.” It has since become a meme, as well as a highly prestigious title. Or whatever.)
(Like, how do you even seductively peel an orange?)
(You know what, I don’t want to know.)
Why did you have to do this, June? I’m so disappointed in you. You couldn’t have said it was a typo? I didn’t think I could be this disappointed in you! You’re a disgrace!!
(Context: I sent “We ride at 10, I’ll bring potato” through the group chat, and when she didn’t understand the reference, I sent her the meme.)
Yesterday evening, the gang played what should end up being the penultimate installment of our longstanding Pathfinder campaign.
This particular campaign has been going on for over a year, finding its start somewhere toward the beginning of last summer when Finn decided he wanted to GM a game that I’ve now started calling “The Mystical, Magical, Not-One Piece Adventure.” Although it could probably be more aptly named “This Isn’t Windwaker with Frogs, I Swear,” I feel the first name still fits it pretty well.
Our wonderful, year-long adventure has taken many twists and turns that would probably confuse those who weren’t there at the time. In fact, as someone who was at nearly every session, I still have a hard time remembering exactly what happened and, more importantly, why.
Because this information is highly entertaining and nonsensical, I present to you the amusing antics of our Pathfinder campaign. Because these antics are quite difficult to put into a narrative style (and because I don’t quite remember what happened), I present them to you as bullet points.
Over the course of our campaign:
So yeah! That’s just a brief, disjointed recap! Although I don’t have much evidence of what transpired, I do have this picture of our latest fight, taken toward the end of last session:
Now I’m going to draw a map of a couple of fictional continents with the hopes that I read enough articles online to know what I’m doing.
Yeah, I know that Wikipedia articles on plate tectonics don’t count as useful information. Whatever! I do what I want!
Finn: Beau’s sweatpants are comfy.
(Context: Finn had to borrow sweatpants from Sapphire, who had stolen them from Beau.)
A long, long time ago, a group of six of us used to have a vlog called “6UnoriginalGirls.” The whole idea was that we were going to stay in touch after we all kind of separated… but, of course, it died after a fun run that was painful for all on the outside.
Then, about a year ago, I promised Monday and Thursday (Scout) that I would join them in their efforts to resurrect it, which ultimately failed miserably.
While we were on there, I got to thinking of bygone days of being a YouTuber, so I made a two-year followup video for 6UnoriginalGirls for old time’s sake. It’s poorly executed, unfunny and painful, but since it’s a blog-type thing, I figured I’d link it here.
More blogging in the form of this blog will be forthcoming, I promise! I have many interesting tales of KamiCon, Netflix and Scotch tape!
Now I’m gonna go eat chocolate for breakfast.
(Shush. I do what I want.)
“Did Mendel Eat His Peas?” and Other Questions Biologists Ask Historians
If you think people get better than these, you’re absolutely wrong.
(Context: Sapphire just gave me a Reece’s cup ^^)
Hello, all! I realize it has been quite a while since I updated with anything more than a few brief sentences or poorly focused pictures. Since I have a little time to spare, I figured I would rectify this situation with a few lines about life upon returning to UNP for our spring semester. It probably will not surprise you to learn that antics and shenanigans have occurred in abundance, and I feel that it is my civil duty to inform you of these. What follows is a topical overview of the past several days at UNP.
Since Junhi, Fritz and Finn have been reunited (Bill is in Japan, and their new roommate has yet to participate in many group shenanigans that I have witnessed), the primary focus of their energies has been to spruce up their room in anticipation of their new “home entertainment system” (projector/sound system combo that is still having its kinks worked out). Here is a picture of what they’ve got so far:
Like I said, working out the kinks.
Anyway, Finn spent much of the time that they spent cleaning their room rearranging certain items and putting things in conspicuous locations, making 500, in Junhi’s words, “Poseriffic.” Finn insisted that using Evangelion figures as bookends for Junhi’s giant stack of freaking economics books that he reads for fun would make them appear “cultured,” although Junhi insisted that it was, like most things Finn seems to like, “weeaboo trash”
One particular example of Finn poserifying 500 came when he put up Junhi’s Korean calendar:
Finn: [starts putting up calendar]
Junhi: [insists that this counts as being a poser]
Finn: But you’re Korean!
Junhi: **** yeah I’m Korean!
Finn: Then it’s not posing!
I could be paraphrasing, but that was the general gist of it.
Shopping with Children
I have always maintained that shopping with Fritz and Finn is like shopping with small children. In fact, between Finn’s propensity to touch literally everything and knock all of the things off of shelves and Fritz’s tendency to get lost, accidentally or purposefully, and then brood when we find him again, I would almost say shopping with children might be easier.
Anyway, yesterday we went out to get who knows what (it seems they never really have a clear idea of what they want to get at the store when they go, but oh well), and, as you’d expect, it was no different.
Naturally, there were antics of the normal variety, but they were mild enough that I can’t recall them even long enough to write them down. However, one exciting thing did happen. They found an orphaned dinosaur piñata.
Look at them. Look at how proud they are.
That’s all that happened, really. This entire post was built on the pretense of presenting that picture. Now that it’s out there, I’m not sure what to do. Oh well.
Turns out that Fritz and I are in the same genetics section. What interesting things happened with that, you may ask? Nothing. We just discovered the heterozygoat meme.
Anyway, thanks for stopping by! I know the length of this post is still underwhelming, but I’m sure that I will be updating with antics soon! (We are planning to go to the gym, after all… A bad idea, as UNP students will know for reasons undisclosed. I know, but we do what we want.)
So, I retrieved my iPad from my mother for the first time in ages and decided to go through old notes, since I, as someone who likes writing, often used to jot ideas down there and forget about them. While there, I discovered a pitch for a book that our very own Scout came up with one day while we were in high school. It was so good, I thought I’d post it here for everyone’s enjoyment. Without further ado, I present to you “The Vortex Club.”
A group of friends goes to school every day, but when they open their classroom door, they’re sucked into a vortex. The vortex spits them out a few seconds later, but to everyone else it’s the end of the school day. Then, one day, the kids get sucked into the vortex and it doesn’t spit them out AND THEY DIE HAHAHAHA.